The towering gates of Sen’s Fortress haunted my dreams. Over and over again I would walk through the single gaping opening, right into the slathering jaws of the devilish snakemen that guarded it. For the first time since X-com, the fear of death at the hands of hissing beasts was upon me. If lanky purple figures in golden robes showed up, I was fucking done.
Still not ready, but significantly better prepared, I decided to instead continue exploring Lordran. Back at Firelink Shrine I was reminded of the graveyard. A sign informed me to “Use Divine”, something I was well prepared for. I silently thanked that stoic stone blacksmith atop the silent tower in the garden and pushed through piles of decaying bones come to life. The tighly packed graves constantly tripped me up, but I managed to stumble down a cliffside path towards a dark cave entrance without having to waste any of my precious flask. I was informed that I was entering “The Catacombs”.
“Skeletons?”
As if in answer, a bony foe threw himself at my shield, attacking relentlessly. In between furious assaults, I poked at him with my spear, eventually shattering him into little more than a pile of bone dust. Past him was a stairway that circled down to the left, flanked by a wall on the right and a pit on the right that descended into darkness. In the distance I could hear even more skeletons walking about, bones clanking against stone. Shield up, ready for another surprise assault, I took the only path available: down. If only I knew how long it would be before I would leave.
My first death in the Catacombs was at the bottom of the stairs. Happy to finally be on somewhat solid ground, I engaged in battle with two more skeletons, gleefully poking at them from behind my shield. This spear thing was pretty nice. Poke poke block. I could get used to this. As I turned to face the final of the pair I heard the wail from behind me. I had just enough time to see the spectral crimson head pulse once before it exploded, throwing me forward and onto my face. I stood up just in time for the skeleton to bury his sword into my back, sending me back to the Firelink bonfire.
My wife had to remind me again that we did have neighbors and that they did, in fact, have small children and it was a hot night so windows would be open. I tried to tell her that this was an important lesson for them to learn, but she wouldn’t hear it. If anybody asked, I resolved to tell them I was watching The Sopranos.
This time I made sure to peer over the edge into the dark pit, ready for the shrieking blood red skulls to slowly float out towards me. Once I was aware of their presence, it wasn’t hard to bait them into early detonation, dodging in and out. Without their interference, the skeletons posed little threat. As I went further, I found myself jumping down onto a pile of bones, skeletons springing to life all around me. The battle was pitched, the surprisingly dexterous undead literally flying through the air at me from all angles. Any attempt to dodge found me rolling straight into another skeleton. Once I cleared the group, I took a moment to rethink my equipment.
I was ready. Tight corridors and constant light assaults made for a great opportunity to hide behind my tower shield and prod endlessly. The first bonfire was a needed relief, bolstering my spirits that much more. I informed my wife of my progress and she seemed somewhat confused. “Last time I heard somebody that excited about a bonfire was high school.”
I knew I shouldn’t have been that excited. Dark Souls could sense my excitement and it would crush it. The Catacombs would test me in a way I had never been tested before, a true test of my will and dedication. Could I overcome the dusty remains or would I leave my own permanent impression on Lordran here in the darkness?